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To my fellows, many of whom I know not yet--

A stick, a sprite, a bug, a grub, a dragon! The shroud of the maelstrom
shapes me as the hands of gods shape the realm. In fists.

I sit in contemplation of my greater purpose. Who among you has divined
one?

It is the preservation of knowledge that should drive the Mystics. Should.
To this end, I have begun curating additional lists in our beloved Codex.
Find new ones for spellbinding gems and for shopkeepers who sell so-called
'gambled' wares. I think the latter may be complete or nearing its
terminus; the former, definitely not.

Help me, wont you, as I seek the next shape my body will take? As I
document that which must endure?

For now, I am still

Phasmida

Ladies and gentlemen, I come before you this day with one amazing battle
to report! Today was a battle of the ages, for Order itself was fought and
bested this day! Myself along with Foggledonk, Edaena, and Janka took upon
this battle. It was one of fierce punches, kicks, spells, chants, and my
own sword swings to best this mighty foe! The battle was intense with Order
placing Hexes and plague upon us. He even burned off my tattoo! The battle
waged for what seemed to be eternity. Many of us coming close to knocking
upon death's very door! But in the end our knowledge and skill within
battle prevailed and Order itself was bested. The Consortium members were
victorious and one step closer to learning more secrets within the land of
Serin. Ladies and gentlemen keep your ears to the wind and your wits about
you for the battles within Serin are groundshaking!

May the winds keep you all well,
Zemi Aerinonth

On the 11th Renewal of the Celestial of Order, the Gremlin Games returned
again! In the future, there will be four Gremlin Games occurring per
Celestial at fixed times within the Celestial as feedback has been positive
and all have been enjoying it.

(Well, all except the gremlins.)

- The Draconic Diva

During the 4th iteration of the return of the Gremlin Gamees, two of the
Warlords were seen scampering around Seringale as they ran after gremlins
which kept flying left and right! With nothing better to do at the time, it
was as though there was a war dared openly on gremlins as every gremlin in
sight was squashed by the pair of Warlords!

The Tipsy Gale

On the 27th Renewal of the Celestial of Tyranny, the Lord of Blood,
Davairus, was present. Eyewitnesses saw him bringing the plague to citizens
of Seringale, which included but might not be limited to the beggars and
Juggernaut at the Arena. IT is well known Davairus is the Lord of Blood,
but it seems he is basking in his other element too? Who knows.

The Tipsy Gale

Justice Got Served

Olag interview Elwing Jawn at Mocker's Tavern in Seringale after kill some
bad shadowspawn stuff, hear story for folk in Serin be interested hear.
Elwing say hope Olag not get mad if tell truth, cause not make Justice cabal
look too good. Elwing say watch for some mind witch Zhryx gonna eat us.
Olag said him get along okay flying meat puppet, not worried hurt no cabal's
feeling neither. Elwing make friend with Dwarf, Norbli Vhogg, them real
like each other. Them talking outside Grimforge when Justice officer
Karthik, several rank more, come up invisible, kill Dwarf, take beautiful
forged armor that Dwarf make himself. Elwing too low rank to help. Olag
said make Olag sad. Later same renewal, Elwing, travel with Dark Knight
Deuzia and Bard Cherratha, only one of them reach pinnacle. Karthik came up
with that same potion, attack them lower rank ones. They whip Karthik good,
Elwing say her hit kill, take stuff, give Dwarf back special forged armor.
Elwing happy right injustice. Olag say sound like Justice got served.
Elwing say Karma a bitch, and Elwing Jawn a bitch too. Her gonna claim
destiny soon. Olag look forward see that.

Ladies and gentlemen, I come before you this day for I had the most grand
of opportunities. Over a most wonderful meal within Mocker's Tavern I was
able to gain an exclusive interview into the life of the great Edaena. The
Mistress Scribe of History herself! We spoke of life within the Consortium,
about her ambition, every question under the sun was asked and answered. As
a little one, the daughter of a diplomat she learned the ways of writing and
the quill. She is quite the ambitious one, wishing to see three to four
Mystiques released within Serin every twelve Celestials! We enjoyed our
meal and spoke more of the life of being a Herald, she told me it has been
lonely as of late with less and less Heralds walking the lands of Serin.
But, now as the Consortium grows her loneliness has started to fade away.
In which I was personally glad to hear. We spoke of life and love and
hobbies to which I asked if her faith within Lady Valindra has helped or
hindered her being a Herald. To which she replied that their relationship
has helped her become a better Herald. I also asked her if she would like
to become High Herald one day, to which she told me she does not feel she is
old enough for the position. Which in my opinion is wrong, for I personally
feel she would make a fantastic High Herald. She also feels like the
Consortium should have no struggles of politics or power like the Cabals,
which is an opinion I definitely agree with.

So in conclusion dear Consortium, the Mistress Scribe is more than just a
scribe pushed away hunched over writings covered in ink stained clothing.
She is a woman of ambition, a love of her duties and her fellow members. A
force to be reckoned with her mighty quill, and an avid gardener, and
someone who deserves everyone's admiration.

May the winds forever guide her true,
Zemi Aerinonth

Greetings Serins,

I had the opportunity to interview a sight that one does not normally see
within Serin. Today I interviewed a young Bard by the name of Cherratha.
Now before any of you say, "Zemi Bards are a dime a dozen in Serin" let me
stop you right there. This young lady is not your everyday Minstrel you see
within the tavern or on adventures singing songs. No my friends, this
particular Bard walks in the darkness and happens to be a fallen Angel.

So being the inquisitive Herald that I am, I asked her what made her think
she was a fallen angel. To which she told me it was the natural choice
because she gave into her sins.

So then my next question to her was well, why not become something unholy
since you gave into your sins, to which she replied that her singing voice
was the only thing she kept of note.

We continued to talk and she explained to me that the temptations she faced
were too strong and giving into them was the only way she could truly rid
herself of them. So I asked her of what goals of the future she has but I
was sadly told that she does not wish to make her goals public at this time.
She also does not wish to make her origins public at this time.

The only answer she would give me to that question was and I give an exact
quote upon the subject, "I do not wish to speak precisely of where I was
before except in the general sense that I was in a place of bliss and
happiness".

We talked a bit more of life, and love, and tragedy. To which we concluded
with her letting one of her small goals slip. To which she said, "I am
trying to find new taste and pleasures, the smell of a bakery can be just as
exciting as the heat of a volcano".

Well there you have it ladies and gentlemen, a young "evil" minstrel or
perhaps maybe an actual fallen angel. Only time will tell as she fulfills
her goals and shows herself to the world.

All this humble Herald can tell you, is she is definitely more than meets
the eye,

Zemi Aerinonth, The Holy Knight, Lorekeeper of Tragedy

Greetings Serins!

I come before you this day with another wonderful interview for your reading
pleasure. However, this one is unlike any other! For this day I saw
something in Serin that one does not normally see, a Nymph walking the city
streets! So, being the Herald I am, my curiosity got the best of me and I
approached her. She told me she goes by the name of Etalea and wanderlust
has brought her to the city streets.

We began to talk and she told me that raiders had entered her forest and
began killing her kin. Wishing to defend herself and gain justice for her
fallen family she seeked training within the guild of Rangers. Then she
began her own personal quest into becoming what she calls "The Guardian of
the Forest".

We spoke of what we enjoy doing in our free time, and she explained to me
that she fancies herself a sculptor and enjoys making statues from marble.
She also told me that she is ambidextrous but shoots the bow left-handed
since her left eye is her dominant eye. Which is a strange fact to learn of
someone, but who am I to say what is strange?

We spoke of life, and love, hunting, and our personal tragedies. She feels
that it is not sinful to hunt the damned. So ladies and gentlemen, if you
see this young nymph on the street stop and say hi, and perhaps purchase a
scuplture.

But as for this Herald's opinion, I can tell you she is definitely more than
meets the eye,

Zemi Aerinonth, The Holy Knight, Lorekeeper of Tragedy

Interview with Eira Snowleopard, Grand Mistress of Seasons, Demon of
Legion:

Olag interview Tiny Big Demon Person in Holy Grove monastery. Olag ask what
type meat her like. Eira say like bread. Olag never heard of no meat like
that, make note to try. Olag ask what like being big strong demon. Her say
tiny strong tough demon, most people avoid slap fight with. Olag ask if
always was demon. Eira said demon is a friend inside there. Olag never
heard of extra demon inside. Eira offer add demon; Olag say too big for
another one in here. Olag ask what Big Demon Army want do for rest of Serin
folk know of. Tiny Big Demon Person say them lurks in shadows, whispers of
things coming. Her not leader of Legion, say ask Lord Dogran. Eira hands
start fire. Olag offer pour water on, her say gonna hit Olag. Olag say not
see no other Legion out there. Her say not much Big Demon Army folk around
right now, maybe that change fast. Olag say lot of dark spirited people out
there. Olag ask who Big Demon Person want eat next. Eira say like eat soul
of Knights the most, but them tough to get. Olag nod, seen sneaky Sir Big
Cyclops Elf. Her said they just fighted. Olag ask if demon taste different
not demon. Eira never did eat no demon her said. Olag ask what Tiny Big
Demon Lady want others to know. Her said they quiet for now, and Lord
Dogran whispers of change coming to Legion. Unclear who gonna be leader of
Big Demon Army. Olag thank for talking Olag. Go have punch fight in arena,
Olag get butt whipped.

All things start in the spring, and it starts with the rain. Rain,
sometimes gentle other times torrential. The rains bring life.

The days grow long with summer sun and heat. Sunshine, warming to
scorching. The sun grows life.

Autumn follows, with cooling winds and falling leaves. Winds dry the land,
ripening the growth. The winds mature life.

Winter is quiet and still, frost seals the world in silence. Cold and hard,
the cycle must continue. The cold preserves life.

Waiting for the rain to return.

Stars shine down from the Velvet sky
The Silhouette of a small goblin passes by
Her wily wisp along at her side
An odd power that cannot be denied
Be it a goblin or crone
Passing by I feel love unknown

Her presence makes one feel daft
The unseen touch of her witchcraft
Her call will bring you to your knees
But she is gone before one can utter please

She is gone as fast as she is seen
One's like her are few and far between
The Witch knows not what she has done to me
But without her love now I would cease to be

Written with a smile on my face,
Zemi Aerinonth

Her eyes shine brighter than the midday sun, her hair flows like a river.
Her mere presence alone can make a man maybe even a god shiver.

She smells of the forest and of wine, I do so wish she could be mine. But
oaths made and choices defined, one can only stand behind.

For holy men cannot know but one love, that of their own deity or the gods
above. For all they know is death and despair, even with love their hearts
cannot repair.

A holy man may walk beside the divine, but inner turmoil does indeed fill
their mind. A Holy man if you are to be, be prepared friend you will know
tragedy.

Zemi Aerinonth, The Holy Knight, Lorekeeper of Tragedy

Olag Poem

Sister came and Sister went
On big knees was Olag bent

Come to Serin find new friend
Olag learn to love again

Zemi teach to read and write
Quill now part of Olag fight

Some think cyclops not too smart
Olag tear they limbs apart

Now a Herald learn some spell
Olag think that all is well

Darkness roll throughout the land
Olag there to give a hand

The End
-Olag

Ode to Korvak

Olag not quite understand how
Big Stone Brother got so Grand

Seem like not get hit at all when
Stuff beat on him like a wall

Got some fancy Warlord trick if
Poke with dagger it not stick

When you whack him with a club him
Brush it off and get back up

If you slash him with big axe him
Laugh at you and take it back

You try stick him with a spear him
Dodge or block or seem not care

Try hit Korvak with a flail him
Dirt kick you then make you wail

Best thing not to fight at all then
Warlord sit around and bawl.

The End
-Olag

Troll Matron Love Song

I still recall the way you looked at me
after I punted your spawn against the cave wall
You took my hand in your claw and led me to the mound
Our flesh melded in hot sticky ecstacy

Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
how things might have turned out between us
if that rotten troll face had not come apart
during the rougher stuff

Alas you could not be consoled by talk or act
until that large stone and your skull became as one
The mound was less fun after that but I have
your skin to remember you by

There has never been another that caused my heart to pitter patter so

-Olag

Olag Dilemma

-dedicated to Gorrak

Sometimes lay awake at night
On damp haypile in dim cave light
Stomach rumble pretty proud
Hear over Sister snoring loud

Mind always come round to same
Obsession with them meats again
How all them thing taste so good
is something me not understood

Of all them meats Olag love cow
Just taste so good make wonder how
Gods knew to make them out of steak
Instead of mutton, cat, or hake

Olag kinda feeling weird
When Big Cow Brother coming near
Him real nice and ain't no slob
But Olag only see kabob

Why they make you out of beef
Got Olag feel just like a thief
Sneak up while you taking nap
and Olag study butcher's map

Dream about the cuts he'd make
And think saute', grill, braise or bake
Pinch of salt and touch of sage
and maybe hang in cave to age

Course then Olag come around
When dragon breath be raining down
Cyclops go from raw to done
In less time than it take to run

Olag need keep head in game
Else just become a greasy stain
Stop covet cow flesh of him pal
Instead go over to corral

The End
-Olag

Greetings fair Serins,

Today the Day of the Great War, 24th Renewal of the Celestial of Order, the
Warlord Manim drew their last breath. A warrior of the Jagar clan, he never
knew solitary for he was forged in blood oaths and war bands. He rose
quickly within the halls of the Warlords. Fierce yet honorable in battle,
granting his opponents the respect they each deserved.

May he fight his battles in the heavens as fierce and with as much loyalty
as he did within Serin. He will be sorely missed,

Zemi Aerinonth, The Holy Knight, Lore Keeper of Tragedy

Greetings Serins,

On this day of the Taekir War, 2nd Renewal of the Celestial of Tyrany the
Mystic Gnomonokos drew his final breath. A pillar of the Consortium and a
dear friend he was, he came from humble beginnings calibrating aether meters
for his village. He was a Gnome of many talents and through experiments
found his way into Seringale. Although he never managed to find his way
back to his village he made a new home within all of us.

Perhaps now he can find his loving wife Fenelith and his village in the next
life. Even though he will be sorely missed, may his name always carry upon
the winds of the Consortium and Serin.

You will be greatly missed,
Zemi Aerinonth, The Holy Knight, Lore Keeper of Tragedy

Greetings Serins,

On this day, The Day of the Dark Ages, 5th Renewal of the Celestial of
Tyranny, Uldhyme drew his final breath. Uldhyme came from humble
beginnings, a small egg deep within the marshes of the Mystic Forest. He
struggled for survival within those murky bogs until one day he ventured off
to find his calling within the Keepers of Serin. Uldhyme was a follower of
Lady Valindra and was known by many. Some as foe and to some such as myself
as friend. May the winds help him find the balance within himself in the
heavens as he did for us here within Serin.

He shall be missed,
Zemi Aerinonth, The Holy Knight, Lore Keeper of Tragedy

Greetings Serins,

On this day of the Alliances, the 29th Renewal of the Celestial of Tyranny
Ailred the Executor of the Knights of Valour took his final breath.

Ailred came from humble beginnings. He had loving, caring parents and
dwelled within a diverse and vibrant community. From an early age he showed
an aptitude for magic. At the age of twelve he was selected to study at the
High Tower of Sorcery. There he was attacked by fellow students and accused
of causing a massacre. After his name was cleared he sought his way to
Valour for Valour not only was his dream it was his purpose.

As Executor of the Knights of Valour, he served the crown with a loyalty
unlike any other. His fellow Knights would tell you he was a fierce wizard
but an even better friend. He lead with a gentle ambiance with his men but
was a holy terror to his enemies.

His presence within Serin will be surely missed,
Zemi Aerinonth, The Holy Knight, Master Scribe of Tragedy

Warlords, and all who listen beyond the Fortress walls,

A new title rests on my shoulders. I did not seek it.
I will carry it as I carry every burden given through the Code.

They have named me the Last Warmaster.

Do not mistake the meaning of this.
The Code of Warlords does not bend to titles or whispers of endings.

Warmasters have risen and fallen since before cities carved their laws.
Through every age, the Code endured.

If these are to be the final days of Warmasters, they will not be quiet.

The Fortress still stands.
The Code still commands steel.
Warlords still answer the call of battle.

Let the realms speculate and storytellers argue what the title means.

My task is simple.

I will lead.
I will uphold the Code.
When the time comes, the realms will understand.

Korvak the Last Warmaster
Warmaster of the Warlords

Hear this, all who walk the realms with courage in their hearts and
honour in their deeds.

Executor Sir Ailred, steadfast and true, has laid down his mantle. His
legacy of honour and strength shall endure within us all.

I, Tynidas, now bear that mantle.

With solemn oath and resolute spirit, I take command of the Knights of
Valour. We remain unbroken. We remain vigilant. And above all, we remain
devoted to the light that guides us.

The City of Valour stands as a beacon against the darkness, a refuge for the
innocent, and a bastion against those who would see order crumble. Its
walls are not merely stone, but symbols of hope, courage, and unity. Yet
such a city does not stand unguarded. Shadows gather beyond its gates, and
there are always those who would test its strength. We are the shield that
holds firm, the blade that answers any threat, and the watch that never
falters.

Yet even the strongest shield is forged by many hands.

We now call upon those who would rise to join our ranks as squires. You
need not be perfect. You need not be proven. But you must be willing to
learn, to stand when others falter, and to carry honour as both blade and
burden. Within our order, you will be shaped by discipline, tempered by
trial, and guided by those who have walked the path before you. We do not
seek glory for its own sake. We seek guardians of virtue, defenders of the
weak, and champions of a cause greater than themselves.

Step forward if your spirit answers the call, I eagerly await your scrolls.

For Valour,
-Sir Tynidas, Executor

I interviewed Sir Tynidas for material for this Mystique. I asked the
following:

"How are things in Valour?" To which Sir Tynidas replied all was peaceful.

I asked how he felt about the potential conflict with the Warlords being
staved off, and he replied, he was relieved and also happy to note that he
gets along with the Warmaster Korvak.

Curren members include Lady Lumubella guiding them from the heavens, the
Executor Ailred, the Guardian Tynidas, Archons Darrak and Hildra, Chaplain
Aelar, and the Knight Jaric.

Commander Hotun generously provided an update to the Consortium which has
been edited slightly for clarification purposes. He claims Serin enjoys an
era of peace which has not been seen since before Kragn the Conqueror walked
the lands. During that time, and under Dogran's guidance, was when people
last truly trembled and felt real fear. It was during this time that
Commander Hotun himself was inspired to join the halls of Justice.

He, with the assistance of Bonfo the moustached man and Javan the Knight,
were able to fell Kragn the Conqueror as he engaged with his Legion allies.
Kragn quickly attempted retaliation with his minions Zaithrinax and
Dorakkan, but they were not up to the task, or so Commander Hotun claims.

Not long after, Kragn the Conqueror took his life, leaving Legion in the
hands of Cylis. Then a war erupted between Legion and Justice which saw the
Legion cabal dominated and decimated. Eventually, Cylis took her life, and
Dogran surrendered, agreeing to all terms save for reparations.

Sioce then, Commander Hotun says, he and his two captains: Werranydd and
Lothuram saved as the only members for some time protecting Serin from chaos
and strife. Recent recruitment efforts have added officers Karthik, Nurin,
and Sinidar to the roster.

Commander Hotun says the strength of the Justice cabal only serves to
benefit Serin as a whole, as it is through peace that the realm is nurtured
the young gain strength.

In conclusion, Commander Hotun says it is through the divine will of the
gods that the Justice cabal continues to maintain the peace in the great
cities. Through their strength, they bring peace, and through peace, Serin
shall flourish.

As reported by Edaena, the Tipsy Gale

The Serin Mystique, Volume 18, Issue 1